Glee does not belong to me.


His hands shook slightly as they climbed up the other boy's spine and dove into his chestnut hair. Blaine's fingers twisted in the fine strands as the boy kissed him heatedly.
"You're better than I thought," the other boy murmured as he pulled back and Blaine's eyes flashed open.
He was about to make a witty remark when the boy turned his head and began kissing the side of his neck.
Blaine felt his hips jerk with need.
"Wait.." he mumbled, sweeping his hands over the boy's arms. Twisting his head to the side, Blaine tried to catch a glimpse of his face. It was weird how he couldn't recognize the voice, either.
"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.
There was no response and he paused before saying, "Sebastian?"

Blaine startled awake, the maroon sheets on his bed twisted around his ankles. He turned over on his stomach and stared out the window at the green leaves of the eucalyptus tree outside his bedroom.
He wasn't sure if he'd been dreaming about Sebastian or Kurt, but he was willing to forget about it, just the same. Glancing at the clock on the desk in the corner, Blaine noticed that he was fifteen minutes late for school.

"Blaine?"
Blaine rubbed a hand over his face as he stood in front of his locker after third period. His eyes stung from lack of sleep and for some reason, Kurt's voice rang much louder than usual as he walked up to him, wearing his Cheerio uniform.
"Blaine, can we talk for a second?" Kurt asked, clutching a binder to his chest.
"I have trig," Blaine replied shortly, retrieving a text book and shutting his locker as quietly as he could. "Why does this feel like a hangover?" he wondered. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol all weekend, just an annoying dream so why was he feeling like he'd been hit by a four-wheeler?
"I- I know," Kurt stammered, wondering why Blaine looked angry and unlike himself. Where was the charm and cocky demeanor? "I just wanted you to know that.. umm.. what we did, you know-"
"We kissed," Blaine said bluntly. He stared at Kurt. "Now let me guess, you want to pretend that it never happened."
Kurt's blue eyes widened. "Why would I want that?"
Blaine pressed his lips together before stepping closer to him and saying tauntingly, "Oh I don't know, maybe you don't want people to know you're seeing the wrong boy, the dead-beat, the loser.."
Kurt laughed. "Blaine, in this town, I'm considered a loser and people wouldn't like seeing me with any boy at all. Plus, you know I didn't mean that." He lowered his voice before continuing, "I meant that the kiss.. It felt nice."
Blaine raised his eyebrows.
"But I'm not ready to tell my friends yet," Kurt finished reluctantly.
"Why not?" Blaine questioned. "It was just a kiss, right?"
"But people will think we're dating."
"Well. we're not," Blaine declared, his tone hardening. "You shouldn't make such a big deal out of it. It was just one kiss, and frankly, I'm not interested in drama. I've got enough of that already."
Kurt nodded slowly. "Okay, so.."
"I gotta go." Blaine turned in the direction of his class, leaving Kurt standing in the hallway, dumbfounded and embarrassed.

Blaine pulled off his shirt and stuffed it in his duffle bag, replacing it with a ratty old Henley he'd had for ages. Soon the cotton was sticking to his body from the sweat that soaked through as he threw punches at the boxing bag in front of him.
He couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian and it was driving him mad, in both senses of the word. He didn't know what could be worse than seeing his ex-boyfriend who had gotten him addicted to drugs at a Glee competition where he was on an opposing team, singing beside the new boy he had feelings for. It was so frustrating! Just when he thought he was getting better, it all went to hell..
Blaine dug his right fist into the heavy bag over and over until his arm ached, but still his anger and frustration worsened. There was nothing he could possibly do to get the memory of Sebastian's laughter out of his head.. At least, nothing he could do without E.
Taking a sharp breath, Blaine dropped his hands.
Ecstasy.
It had been a sure-fire way to distract him from Sebastian's mood swings back when they were together. Now, however, after therapy and his father's rejection of him, the tantalizing little pill was no longer an option for Blaine. He had to figure out some other way to deal with this devastating event looming on the horizon.
That was why he was in the boys' locker room, hitting a punching bag and not caring if his fingers broke.
"Blaine!"
Kurt's voice sounded almost shrill as it rang out in the locker room as the other boy ran in, slamming the door behind him.
Blaine ignored him, though, and kept punching the boxing bag.
"What's wrong? What are you doing?" Kurt demanded.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Blaine replied bitterly. "I'm punching a punching bag."
Kurt studied Blaine's expression for a second before approaching him. He didn't understand how Blaine could turn on him so fast; one minute, the other teen was standing at his locker, looking cute and charming, then suddenly he was yelling at Kurt and running away. Now he was looking so angry, that it scared him a little.
"You didn't answer my first question," Kurt said after a moment of silence, watching Blaine beat the punching bag rhythmically. "What's wrong?"
Finally, Blaine stopped and glanced down at the floor. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily and moisture coated the inside of his shirt. Kurt couldn't help noticing how strong Blaine was, despite being a sweaty mess with his hair damp and curling on his forehead. Kurt's eyes roamed over Blaine's biceps and the unassuming muscles that peeked out as he flexed his arms, pulling off the gloves from his hands and rolling his shoulders back.
"I got some news about Sectionals," Blaine muttered, collapsing on a bench near the lockers. "My ex-boyfriend is going to be there."
Kurt thought before speaking. "And I take it things ended badly between you two?" He asked hesitantly, not wanting to make Blaine go ballistic or turn on him again in a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort of way. He knew that Blaine wasn't exactly the dangerous delinquent he'd made him out to be at first, but he still didn't know him too well.
Blaine barked out a hard laugh. "No. The way we ended things, it was.." He shook his head and exhaled loudly. "Terrible."
Kurt sat down beside him. "Tell me about it."
"I'd rather not."
"Wow.. That bad?"
Blaine nodded, hoping Kurt wouldn't keep prying. He didn't want this beautiful boy to know how low he'd gotten when he'd been with Sebastian Smythe. If there was a chance he could do things over, Blaine didn't want anything from that dark time affecting his only shot at happiness. Maybe it could be fun with Kurt, if they could shut out everyone else's opinion.
"For awhile Sebastian and I sneaked around because of his father," Blaine said slowly. "But it wasn't all that great."
"He wasn't out and proud like you?" Kurt asked more gently.
Blaine shook his head. "No, not like me. Only our friends at Dalton knew, but Sebastian's dad is a state attorney so.."
"Let me guess," Kurt cut in. "He'd rather his dad didn't find out he has a twink for a son?"
Blaine smiled wryly. "Something like that, though I guess now he knows, or is suspicious, anyway."
Kurt dropped his gaze to the floor. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said before. I was just worried about what Santana and Rachel would say." He paused before adding, "And Mercedes and maybe Finn.."
Blaine laughed. "A lot of people would have something to say if they heard that we'd kissed."
Kurt sighed, bowing his head. "I guess so."
Blaine stared at the boy beside him for a minute before asking, "But it was good? The kiss, I mean?"
Kurt looked up and gave Blaine a small shake of his head. "It was alright."
Blaine grinned. "Yeah? Not great or wonderful?" He bumped his shoulder against Kurt's playfully. "Deliciously sexy?"
"Nope. Just alright," Kurt confirmed, a smile playing on his lips.
Blaine scrutinized him closely. "What do you say we try again?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Try what again?"
"Kiss."
"But-"
"No one has to know."
"Y-you're okay with that?" Kurt stammered.
Blaine shrugged. "I guess I am. Maybe thinking too much is overrated. Gossip is definitely overrated."
"Totally," Kurt agreed. "I really don't need that."
"Neither do I."
"Okay, we can try again, if you want."
Blaine scooted closer to Kurt on the bench but Kurt leaned away. "After you clean yourself up," he exclaimed, wrinkling his little button nose. "Don't take this the wrong way but you smell like an Abercrombie model who fell in a tub of salt and pig fat."
Blaine's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I think you like it."
"No, I assure you, I don't," Kurt laughed, rising to his feet. "This place smells like the inside of a skunk."
"I bet you think it's hot," Blaine teased, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his shoulders. "You did call me a model, after all."
"A sweaty, stinky model!" Kurt clarified as he dodged Blaine, running behind the punching bag as the other boy tried to grab his arm.
"You're so turned on," Blaine leered.
"In your dreams!" Kurt shrieked, running for the door.
"I'll see you at lunch, Rocky," Kurt said over his shoulder. "Wear something dry and decent."
Blaine laughed as he darted out of the locker room. Maybe this day had just gotten better.

During glee practice that afternoon, Blaine and Kurt did their best not to glance at each other every five seconds. Blaine, for his part, felt giddy and a little nervous by their conversation in the locker room. He was hesitant to feel too smug or excited, due to his constant bad luck, but at the same time, he couldn't help the rush of sweet adrenaline that coursed through his body at the thought of kissing Kurt again.
He knew it would be an escape, if anything else, from the stress of having to think about seeing Sebastian, but as long as Kurt was okay with it, he didn't see a problem. Everybody just wanted to feel in control of something, and that's what Blaine wanted too, especially now that he'd hit rock bottom.
"Alright, great job, guys!" Mr. Shuester complimented the New Directions after practice was over and everyone was packing up to leave. "I have a good feeling about Sectionals this year. We could actually make it to Nationals."
"Mr. Shuester, with my voice and Blaine's stage presence, those other teams don't stand a chance," Rachel said on her way out.
Mercedes rolled her eyes at Rachel's retreating form but smiled as she spotted Blaine getting up from his chair next to Sam and shouldering his messenger bag. Kurt came to stand beside her, his eyes momentarily lingering on Blaine before he remembered what they'd agreed on in the locker room, to not draw attention to themselves in front of others.
Kurt was cool with the idea of just kissing Blaine, if it meant he wouldn't be ridiculed by his friends and team mates. It had been, after all, a really nice kiss..
"Do you want to go to the Lima Bean?" Mercedes asked Kurt as they turned towards the door. "We can rant about Rachel's craziness over mocha lattes."
"Umm," Kurt's heart stuttered as Blaine brushed past.
"See you later, guys!"
"Bye, Blaine," Mercedes called, while Kurt just mumbled, "Bye" almost inaudibly as Blaine dashed across the parking lot ahead.
"So, do you want to go?" Mercedes asked him again, looking at Kurt curiously. He seemed so absentminded all of a sudden.
"Actually, Mercedes, I should really finish my science report. I spent too much time watching Project Runway last night," Kurt hurried said.
Mercedes mumbled "Okay", still looking at Kurt suspiciously as he ran off into the blinding sunlight.

Kurt lay on his bed with the student directory spread out in front him. He'd found Blaine's phone number inside but didn't know how to go about calling the other boy.
"What am I supposed to say," he wondered. "Come over so we can pick up where we left off? Ugh!"
The last person Kurt had kissed was Brittany a year ago when he'd been pretending to be heterosexual. The difference between that kiss and the one with Blaine was like the difference between Banana Republic and Sears. Blaine's lips were warm and patient and gentle, while Brittany's had been too sticky with gloss and rushed..
Kurt sat up and reached for his phone on the bedside table and dialed Blaine's number. His hand felt clammy around the phone as he waited for the ringing to stop.
"Hello?" a female voice answered suddenly.
"Umm, hi! Is- is Blaine there?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"I'm Kurt, I'm a friend of his from school."
"You're from McKinley?" The woman asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, I think he's upstairs. Hold on a minute."
A moment later, Kurt heard Blaine's voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Blaine, this is Kurt."
"Hey, what's up?"
Kurt's hand shook. "Umm.. Not much, just doing homework. Do you want to come over? We could practice our songs for Sectionals."
The last sentence came out as a high-pitched squeal and Kurt cursed himself for it.
But thankfully Blaine just said, "Alright, sounds good. Where do you live?"
"Oh, umm.." Kurt awkwardly gave Blaine his address and hung up. He had no idea what he was doing but he glad the call was over.
"That was embarrassing," he mused, lying back on the mattress.

"Hey," Blaine said when Kurt opened the door for him an hour later.
"Hi, I-I'm sorry to make you come all the way back here." Kurt's skin tingled as he recalled that Blaine lived in Westerfield, not Lima. Why hadn't he thought of that? Oh, right.. He'd been too busy picturing Blaine's arresting golden brown eyes and his deep, silky voice..
"No, it's fine," Blaine replied smoothly as he stepped through the entrance of the Hummel home. "I was bored, anyway."
"Oh.."
Blaine glanced at Kurt quickly. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Umm.. Okay." Kurt shut the door and swayed nervously from side to side as Blaine's eyes scanned the walls of the living room behind them.
"So where do you want to practice?" Blaine asked, smiling easily at Kurt.
Kurt walked over to the couch in the living room. "We can practice here," he declared.
Blaine nodded, noticing how cozy the living room was with its quaint but matching furniture and simple television near the fireplace.
"This is nice. My mom is an interior designer."
"Oh really?" Kurt asked, intrigued.
"Yeah, but she mostly focuses on vacation homes, like the ones on Lake Front."
"Wow.. So I guess she doesn't hang around Lima much, huh?" Kurt joked and Blaine chuckled.
"No, not much. I think my folks didn't even know Lima existed before they started looking up new schools for me."
Kurt slowly sank down on the caramel-colored couch. "Yeah, well, Lima isn't exactly a popular rest stop, unless you're a lumberjack or a trucker."
Blaine grinned. He liked how Kurt was able to distract him with his wit so easily. The events of the weekend didn't seem so groundbreaking when he was laughing at something the other boy said.
"Are your folks home?" Blaine asked as he sat down next to Kurt.
"No, my dad and Carol, Finn's mom, are both at work right now. Finn's at Rachel's, I think."
Blaine chewed on the inside of his lip. "Do you think Mr. Shue is right? That we can win Sectionals?"
Kurt seemed surprised by his question. "Sure! I mean, we have so many talented voices and we're so diverse, which a lot of the other teams aren't. Plus, I hate to admit it, but Rachel was right. You do have a stage presence, Blaine."
"You think so?" Blaine asked, smiling as he scooted closer to him.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't get conceited. I'm still the better dresser and I can hit higher notes, which is incredibly unique."
"Hmm.." Blaine fingered the edge of Kurt's black and white scarf, draped loosely around his creamy white neck. "I agree." With a gentle tug, he unraveled it.
Kurt blushed as Blaine lowered his lips to his throat. He started kissing down his neck, making Kurt feel an intense heat in his stomach.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt's hands reached up to grasp Blaine's shoulders. He closed his eyes as Blaine sucked lightly on his skin. "Umm.. I think we should practice our song s-selections."
Blaine raised his head, giving Kurt a wicked grin. "I think we've practiced enough for today. I think we deserve a little treat."
Kurt's eyes slid open a crack as he took in Blaine's long lashes and firm jaw line. "I think you're right," he whispered and Blaine covered his mouth with his lips, keeping one hand pressed to the small of Kurt's back. The other hand twisted in his hair.
Blaine tugged on the strands at the base of his head, eliciting a soft groan from Kurt's lips.
When they broke apart, Kurt took a moment to catch his breath.
"You..are a surprisingly good kisser."
Blaine leaned against the couch. "You should just stop with the snobbery, Kurt. You like me, admit it."
Kurt shook his head, smiling playfully. "I don't. Not really. I'm still on the fence."
Blaine pushed off the cushion and crawled over to Kurt. "Is that so?"
"Yep." Kurt ran his little pink tongue over his bottom lip. He knew he wasn't as good a flirt as Brittany but he could tell that he was affecting Blaine in his own shy manner.
And sure enough, the other boy pounced on him, pulling Kurt down so he was lying underneath him as he straddled Kurt's hips. Blaine kissed him again, cupping one of Kurt's cheeks in his warm hand. Kurt felt as though he were melting.
Blaine thought as he kissed Kurt, that he couldn't remember Sebastian's lips ever feeling so soft. Kurt was inexperienced, to be sure, but that only made it sweeter. He felt the other boy's chest rise and fall beneath him and placed a hand over Kurt's heart. He pulled back and stared at Kurt as his blue-green eyes flew open.
"That was amazing, admit it," Blaine said, a little hoarse.
Kurt didn't know what to say. He didn't want to admit defeat, especially to this cocky bastard who had already taken over glee club and his friends' admiration by just striding in, but he was such a good kisser! So he decided not to say anything at all. Kurt simply grabbed the front of Blaine's t-shirt, pulled him down for another heated kiss.


Finally! Whew! Lol.. don't know if I showed this before but this was the video that inspired me to write this story. You guys should check it out. It's cute and sexy just like our Klaine :D watch?v=CyjLMTCJg7M&list=FL9_WXm_cYWoVVVCIx1VI_XA&index=92